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The Crack Emcee · Microwaved Potatoes

"Microwaved Potatoes" is a twofer - my latest statement on life in Trump's "Golden Age" AND a (hopefully humorous) answer to every grocery store check-out person asking how I'm doing in it. It's also a Little White Radio track, so another number where I'm "playing all of our records all at once,” mixing Rock and Bluegrass with Synth Pop, Rap, and EDM (Electronic Dance Music) all over a pseudo-Philly Sound - while sampling everything in sight. It's a lot of heavy-lifting. (Headphones are highly recommended). If you like it, consider a donation to PayPal, because the wolves are out there and those samples are NOT gonna clear themselves. Here are the lyrics: 

Burning biscuits is so delicious, with 

sour milk in the early morn 

Pork that’s turned is as good as something burnt 

Food poisoning almost as good as porn 

Horse radish done destroyed my salad 

I found a roach somewhere on my ear of corn 

An expiration date don’t mean that something’s late 

It indicates don’t take it back to the store 

I live on microwaved potatoes 

A can of tomatoes sit on the table 

Ain’t found a recipe to use them for 

I got a burnt-up pan: set fire to water, again 

Smoke’s everywhere, better open the door 

Produce rotten, vegetables been forgotten 

I got shit in the fridge that’s growing spores 

Lotsa fast food boxes - yeah, I said ‘lotsa’ 

The ants, alone, are too much to ignore 

I live on microwaved potatoes